Untitled Sorrows 1 Poem by Nyx C Styx

You will be
my last hurt for tonight

My home is made of
salt and tears

My coffin is a sea
of knives
against which I cut myself
against these thoughts
of you

May tomorrow come
and sing a softer song
I have no hymns to sing
I have fallen off of cupids
wing

I am ripped asunder
my skin is scorched
and my eyes are drowned
here is to another day
the same as yesterday
that won't go away


I gave up my Kingdom
of solitude
to enter yours
in hopes you could
see my face in the dirt